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Disclaimer/Warning: This work is not mine. Contacting the original author is impossible, but I like to think they would be okay with my posting it here for as many people to see as possible. This work is NOT complete and it will NEVER be complete. I'm sad too.

With that said, enjoy.

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I sat in the chair staring out the window. The sun and sky were a beautiful perfection that I had only experienced in the Caribbean. I looked down at the beach and watched nurses accompany patients from the main building on their daily walks.

My first sanction lay sleeping on the bed.

The room did not have the antiseptic feel or smell of a hospital. The lighting was reading-before-sleep comfortable, and the bed might even have been imported from my sanction's home.

The old man's experiences were written on his face and a hard life could be read from the scars on his hands. His eyes opened slowly to stare at me. The smile he gave me was not the lost one I had gotten over the last two days from him and other patients at the facility.

"You're finally here," he said sitting up.

I nodded.

"How long have you been waiting?" he asked after clearing his throat.

"Two days," I told him.

"That long in a beachfront loony bin?" he asked with a knowing smirk.

I shrugged.

"Harrumph," he voiced. "Is it walk time?"

I nodded looking down at the beach.

"Not a talkative one, are you?" he asked rhetorically. "Not that I expected one of your kind to have much to say, but a little conversation before I die would have been nice."

"What would you like to talk about?" I asked politely.

"So what do you think of this place?" he asked by way of response. "I put it together, you know."

"It's nice camouflage for our retirement center, ' I told him.

He laughed uproariously until a coughing fit cut him off. I stood up and handed him the glass of water on the bedside table. His eyebrow went up so I shook my head to assure him it was safe to drink. I put the glass back when he finished and sat back down.

"Retirement," he said. "I like that; I didn't know your kind had a sense of humor."

"I wasn't trying to be funny."

"Sonny," he answered. "I'm sure you weren't."

"Isn't this where a Brother comes when he is ready to retire from the Brotherhood?"

"Be retired, you mean," he replied.

"A forced retirement would not be done in such a beautiful setting," I told him.

"No, those Brothers die where you find them," he agreed. "I have enjoyed these last few weeks. My children did not understand, but they are not involved!"

The last was spoken with force.

"I was told to assure you that we are satisfied with your care in keeping them out of this," I said.

He nodded and lay back.

"You sat there the whole time, didn't you?" he asked staring at the ceiling.

"Except for exercise, and bathroom breaks," I told him.

"It's hard now," he said. "The moments of lucidity are few and far between."

"That is why I am here," I told him.

"Only Siblings work in the Brother house," he said but not as argument.

The Brother house lay a distance from the main part of the estate. Unbeknownst to the regular staff, only Siblings were allowed into the Brother house. The pay was very good and the expectation that patients would be well sedated made the staff's job easy so no one asked questions.

"Siblings are not allowed to know everything," I answered. "This last episode started three days before I was asked to become involved. The on-staff Brother was in the room whenever the Sibling nurses needed to care for you until I arrived."

"I guess it's time anyway," he whispered.

"I was told you requested this," I said softly.

"No one lied to you, Enforcer," he said sitting up again. "Allow an old man a little fear at the prospect of death."

I raised an eyebrow.

"It's not very dignified," he told me. "I've lived too hard a life to have one of your kind slip a knife between my ribs when I can't fight back."

"The on-staff Brother gave me this," I said pulling the small tube from my pocket. "She assures me it is painless; sleep and then the other side. You could take care of it."

"I would probably pour it all over myself rather than down my throat," he said. "Damn old age!"

"My hands could steady yours," I offered.

He snorted and stared at me.

"You wouldn't do it this way, would you?" he asked.

"A bullet would be my choice," I told him honestly.

"Ex-military?" he asked.

I nodded.

"The stamp stays on a man for the rest of his life, one way or another," he told me. "So does the blood."

"World War Two?" I asked him.

"How can you tell?"

"It's in your eyes, you've killed for the greater good," I told him.

"Is that what you call this?" he asked angrily. "Killing for the greater good!"

"No," I answered. "Expedient is what I would call it."

He deflated instantly.

"Why a bullet?" he asked.

"It would let me spit at death and smile before it took me to join my brother," I answered.

"Your brother?"

"Closer than blood could be," I answered with another shrug.

"The two of you shed blood together?"

"From others and our own," I answered.

"What happened to him?" he asked.

"He died in a jungle," I said.

"I had many friends who died on Omaha Beach," he told me. "Many brothers, too."

We sat quietly for a few minutes remembering.

"Let's get to it, young man," he said. "I can't expect this clarity to last much longer."

I nodded and stood up.

"Pour that crap into a glass of water and help me drink," he instructed.

I refilled the glass from the pitcher beside it. I stirred the contents of the tube into the glass. The old man was holding his hands up almost eagerly when I was done. I stepped towards him and handed him the glass. His hands were trembling slightly as I put mine over them. He smiled peacefully and pulled the glass close to his lips.

"Thank you," he said.

I met his eyes, recognized the intent, but was too close.

He spit in my face!

I stepped back letting his hands go; the glass dropped like he predicted. His smile was satisfied as the bullet impacted with his forehead.

The double-tap to the heart was automatic.

I was wiping my face when the door slammed open. The two Siblings fell to their knees noticing Jason's gift pointing at them. The Brother stepped inside the room calmly and surveyed the damage.

"Your personal firearm?" she asked.

"Yes," I said with annoyance slipping into my voice.

She waited until I put the gun away before speaking again.

"If you will follow me to the morgue, you can witness the removal and disposure of the bullets."

"Thank you," I answered.

"There is no worry about witnesses," she said. "The house is resistant to escaping sound, and no one is allowed close enough to see anything."

I nodded again.

"You know what to do with the body," she instructed the Siblings. "Get the rest to clean the room."

One of the Siblings headed out the door, while the other approached the bed.

"Brother," the on-staff Brother said. "I would like to discuss a request while we wait."

I raised an eyebrow and followed her out the door so we could talk privately. It had been a long time since a young male Brother visited them, and she wanted me to extend my stay for a couple of days to give the Siblings a change of pace.

Robert's car was parked in front of my house when I arrived home. I walked around the house and into the backyard. I put my bags down by the back door before walking to the backyard table where he waited for me.

He raised a hand to signal his Sibling companion to step out of hearing range as I sat down. I put the sanctioned Brother's ring on the table and slid it over to Robert. He studied the crest for almost a minute before putting the ring into his pocket.

"Was it necessary to shoot him?" he asked.

"Yes," I told him.

"Why?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"It seems excessive, David," he said.

"You are not a soldier, Robert," I told him.

"Don't you mean, were not?"

"You are not a soldier, Robert," I repeated. "If it makes you feel better, he chose the bullet."

Robert pursed his lips as if he wanted to say more, but shook his head.

"Enforcers!" he said under his breath.

I smiled at his tone.

"Samuel was a good Brother," he told me.

"I've read the profile."

"Thank you for taking care of this," Robert said.

"It is my duty."

"Yes, it is," he answered.

"I would like to be kept aware of how his family is doing," I said standing up.

"That's a strange request from an Enforcer?" he said questioningly.

"I owe Samuel," I answered.

"Why?'

"He saved my life," I told him and turned to walk into my house.

The house was quieter with three less Siblings around. They had not lived with me, but did spend most of their free time there. It would not have been quite as bad except that Nancy and Susan were not being as attentive as they had once been.

Michael was the only boisterous Sibling left, but he did not have Janet's more comfortable humor and watching him walk around mostly naked did not have the allure of Malia doing it.

I sat on the couch and let Jason come at me. He had held back while I gave the Siblings attention but I could feel his anger the entire time. He was in a full rage when I let the gates down; only my persistent agreement with his points calmed him after a few minutes.

We analyzed what happened.

I allowed Samuel having asked for an Enforcer to influence my reactions. His age had lulled me into thinking he was no longer dangerous. I smiled when Jason admitted he had let his guard down too.

Samuel had saved my life by ensuring that no Brother would ever surprise me again.

I heard Stephanie's door open and then steps in the hallway. I did not turn around as someone came down the stairs; Stephanie's scent preceded her into the living room.

"You're back late," she said sitting down across from me.

Her voice had the challenge in it that was becoming common when she spoke to me.

"You need to stop sleeping with Nancy," I told her.

Stephanie visibly bristled.

"You're jealous," she announced with amusement settling back down.

I stood up and walked behind the couch.

"You are endangering her, Stephanie," I said staring at the ceiling.

"By fucking her?"

"Is that all you are doing?" I asked blankly.

"Yes, and quite well," she answered snobbishly.

I turned and studied her. She was not lying to me, only to herself.

"Your psychiatrist is losing her objectivity," I told her. "Sleeping with her is a mistake on your part."

"That cold voice of yours doesn't fool me, David," she said angrily.

She stood up and walked around the table to stand on the other side of the couch.

"You're jealous," she said. "Just admit it, and order me not to fuck her so she'll give you some of the attention you lost when three Siblings walked out on you."

I turned so my body almost completely faced her and held out one of Jason's gifts with the butt towards her.

She took a step back bumping into the coffee table.

"What?" she asked nervously.

"You told me if it became necessary you would do it yourself," I said calmly.

"You're going to kill me for sleeping with Nancy?" she asked incuriously.

"I will only kill you if you cannot do it," I told her.

"You're a bloodthirsty animal!"

"It's time, Stephanie," I said. "Take the gun and finish this."

"WHY?" she asked near panic.

"I will not allow you to destroy a Sibling in my house," I told her.

"I'm not doing anything to Nancy," she insisted.

"You're hiding behind the sex," I said. "Nancy has pushed you far, but you've chosen to go no further. You want her to stop digging so you're distracting her."

"I am not!"

"You're in a desert, and have stopped at an oasis," I replied. "It is not enough for us! You will continue walking, or I will kill you."

"I just need more time," she said.

"Giving you more time risks Nancy," I said.

"David, I'm not doing anything to her!" she exclaimed desperately.

"She will blame herself for your death if this goes any further," I replied. "Nancy will know getting into bed with you was the mistake that made your death necessary."

Stephanie looked away from me.

"Nancy is not yours to break," I said gesturing for her to take the gun. "Choose death or continue walking, Stephanie."

She did not look at me as she walked out of the room a few seconds later.

I pulled the gun in my left hand from behind my back. My body had blocked Stephanie's view of it. I looked down at both guns and nodded.

Not matter how weak, never again!

I walked into my bedroom quietly. Melisa slept in my bed whenever I was not home so I expected to see her but smelling rose oil was a surprise.

Melisa and Doris Alex turned towards me and smiled sleepily. They must have been having a whispered conversation because they were lying on their stomachs with their heads close together.

They were wearing identical shirts; Melisa's came down just a little past her ass, while Doris Alex's did not quite have the distance. The redhead put her hand on the bottom of Melisa's shirt and pulled it up. Her hand slipped down between my First's thighs.

Melisa's head came up fast enough in arousal to tell me they had been waiting for me to enter the room. I walked over to the dresser and put the forty-fives away. At the foot of the bed, I undressed and watched as Melisa returned the favor of warming Doris Alex up.

Their breathing pace increased as I climbed onto the bed. My dick knew the way and slipped into place as I straddled Melisa's thighs.

"David," she whispered longingly as I entered her.

Her body welcomed me home in a tight embrace. I continued forward until I was completely enveloped in her warmth.

My strokes were long and slow. I wanted to cum right away, but there was another Sibling waiting to welcome me back. I buried my face in Melisa's hair and pressed my hips against her hard.

"Mine!" I whispered into her ear.

Melisa's hand came around to touch my face. I pulled all the way out of her and stroked in again.

"Mine!" I repeated as she gasped in orgasm.

Doris Alex was naked and ready when I climbed off Melisa. Doris Alex's ass came up to meet my first thrust as I fucked into her hard. Her body and needs were different from Melisa's so there was no reason for me to hold back. I powered in and out of her reaching for my pleasure. Doris Alex's head snapped back and her ass cheeks tightened.

"Yes!" she whispered harshly.

I felt the orgasm just out of my reach; my hips went back and then forward in the last lunge over the cliff. Doris Alex convulsed underneath me and we fell together.

Melisa was asleep by the time I dragged myself off Doris Alex. Both girls pressed against me automatically as soon as I settled between them. Their breathing and Jason's continued grumbling about Samuel sang me to sleep.